Time ticks at an unfamilar pace
slowly then quickly,fast forward,rewind
My mind races,
grasping at slippery thoughts,
while photos captions, hopes and ideas
all become but a matted smear.
the purpose of life,
the reason for breathe
of aspirations not met.
forward movements, microscopic,
is what I have left
of this wild crazy dream.
round and round, up then down
smiling, laughing, uncommonly me
this carousel, engulfs me,
never to be free
light fades, darkness consumes,
taking all that I fear
Slowly,mockingly the bubbles disappear.